Redhawk Caldera [M] Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant

It wasn't a bad answer, but it wasn't what she was hoping for. It would be easier if she'd just tell him what she wanted to hear but of course she couldn't do that. After a few days of resentful pining, she was prepared to accept one of a few options, but none of these were forthcoming. And as much as she liked what he was laying down, the vagueness brought a spark of that same resentment forward.

She'd known when she asked the chances of him answering satisfactorily were low. So why had she asked?

Fennec's desire to stay close and enjoy more of this warred with her need to hear him claim her, unequivocally. Her expression sharpened. Right. Us. She didn't pull away, but she did gain a slight chill behind her voice. She knew she'd trapped him, that this was unreasonable and that he didn't deserve it, but everything about her was driven by impulse.

Don't do me any favors. I know you have a lot to handle back home. Now she did start to pull away. That was needlessly harsh; he and all of them had been through a lot. Still, she could have helped. He just.... fuck. Now she was hitting sad again.